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Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest﻿He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,﻿And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
We have found safety with all things undying,﻿The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,﻿And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.﻿We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.
War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,﻿Secretly armed against all death's endeavour;
Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall;
And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.